Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.